With ashes, with tears,
with our proud impatience,
with an honest conscience,
with anger, with suspicion,
with active certainty
I put my foot in my country,
and instead of sobbing,
to grind my grief to the wind,
I open the eye and its look
and I contain the discontent.
I come back beautiful, I come back tender,
I return with my hard wait,
I return with my armors,
with my sword, my sleeplessness,
my sharp disappointment,
my foreshadowing, my sweetness.
I return with my thick love,
I return in soul and I return in bone
to find the pure homeland
at the end of the last kiss.
I return at last without humiliating myself,
without asking for forgiveness or forgetting.
Man is never defeated:
his defeat is always brief,
a stimulus that moves
the vocation of their war,
then the race that banishes
and the race that receives
they will tell him at last that he lives
pains of all earth.
I come back beautiful, I come back tender,
I return with my hard wait,
I return with my armors,
with my sword, my sleeplessness,
my sharp disappointment,
my foreshadowing, my sweetness.
I return with my thick love,
I return in soul and I return in bone
to find the pure homeland
at the end of the last kiss.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)